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[five-miles-over]

First Date Headcanons for Tom Hiddleston's Characters - Part 1

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, and Coriolanus

(Author's note: I know that King Henry the V and Prince Hal are technically the same guy, and that there's three different headcanons for Loki. It's because I think that as one matures, their tastes change a little. So I think they might want different things when it comes to a first date)

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

A long walk along the outskirts of town

A date with Will Ransome would begin with the two of you meeting after Sunday morning mass. He would put in some effort to make sure his hair was properly combed, his face was properly shaved, and his clothing was properly washed before arriving to church just to make a good impression. 

After meeting you, he would lead you to the outskirts of the town, possibly near the beach where there aren't many noisy bystanders to interrupt the two of you. He would talk to you about almost anything you wished, from books you've read to things that happened to you in the past week. Hours would pass without your knowledge. And if you were ever cold, Will would graciously remove his jacket and drape it over your shoulders. 

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown 

Chess and poetry over wine

A date with King Henry V would begin with you being cordially invited to the palace at sundown, perhaps after all of his meetings have concluded. A guard would lead you to a special room within the palace where Henry would be waiting for you.

"Ah, thee've cometh!" He would stand up with a wide grin as soon as you arrived at the door. "I desire i has't not hath kept thee waiting f'r too longeth.  Thee behold lovely tonight, the candlelight doest thy beauty nay justice."

(Translation: "Ah, you've come! I hope I have not kept you waiting for too long. You look lovely tonight, the candlelight does your beauty no justice.")

After gesturing for you to be seated, Henry would sit across the table from you and have some wine poured for the both of you. Then, he would offer to play a game of chess with you. If you do not know how to play, then he would gladly teach you the rules and the objectives. He's a fairly good player himself, but he will likely let you win because to him, it's chivalrous, and also because he wants to keep you in a good mood. 

And if there are no interruptions throughout the night, Henry would recite to you a few romantic poems and sonnets, hoping that you'll blush. He would end the date with letting you spend the night in the castle since he does not want you to travel during the late hours. You would get your own separate chamber and a carriage to take you home in the morning. And a sincere kiss from the King of England, thanking you for your company.

Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

Horseback Riding and Drinks at a Tavern

A date with Prince Hal would begin with him meeting you outside the gates of the palace. He would proudly kiss your hand before telling you he has a surprise in mind. Intrigued, you follow him to the royal stables and mount one of the stallions. 

The two of you would ride together, leaving the palace from the back gateway, towards the town. There, you would stop at one of Hal's favorite taverns. He would help you off your horse and sneak inside so no one would recognize either of you. Then, he would smuggle you a cup of his favorite ale, along with a cup for himself. 

"Aye, t tastes awful at first.  But thee'll receiveth hath used to t - stolen ale at each moment tastes the sweetest."

(Translation: "Yes, it tastes awful at first. But you'll get used to it - stolen ale always tastes the sweetest.")

Hal would make raucous jokes and indulge in some shenanigans solely to impress you. And if anyone were to look at you in the wrong way or foolishly make a move on you, Hal would knock them out with a few solid punches. At the end of the evening, Hal would make sure you reached home safely (he has a high tolerance) and courteously kiss you good night…but not without profusely thanking you for a fun time.

Prince Loki of Asgard from Thor

A walk through the gardens, and stargazing

A date with the younger prince of Asgard would begin with the two of you taking a stroll through the gardens at sunset. Eager to impress you, Loki would tell you the names of the flowers he knew and would enchant some of them to change color or shape at will. Perhaps he would even enchant a flower crown for you to wear while you walked together.

When night fell, Loki would guide you to a place in the gardens that had the best view of the sky. He'd conjure a blanket for the two of you to share while you gazed at the various constellations and planets.

"You see that one right there?" Loki points to one of the brightest stars in the sky. "That one is Leidarstjarna, which Midgardians might call the North Star. Since it's always in the north, sailors there would use it as a form of navigation. And that one…" Loki chuckles, turning his attention to another, even brighter star. "That one is the result of a torch I conjured out of thin air."

Since Loki would be a bit shy on the first date, unsure of how you would feel about him, you might be the one to kiss Loki goodnight first before he happily reciprocates the gesture. He would arrange for a carriage to take you home, before writing a letter the next day expressing how much he truly enjoyed spending time with you. And the letter would be delivered to you with a shapeshifting flower.

Loki, leader of the Chitauri,from The Avengers

Fine dining at a Michelin-star restaurant (but with a twist)

A date with Loki would begin after one of his triumphs on Midgard, like getting everyone at Times Square to kneel or gaining control of London's traffic (if that ever happened). He would spot you among a crowd of Midgardians and take an instant liking towards you. 

Once he had his fun, bringing the place to its knees and relishing full control, Loki would shift into the form of a peasant an ordinary citizen. (Think of the suit with the special scarf). He would approach you when you're alone, carrying his scepter in one hand. 

"You have nothing to fear, pet," Loki calmly spoke. "I only wish to get to know you. If you give me what I ask for, I promise not to hurt you.  All I ask is one evening of your company. Surely you could do that for your leader?"

Once you'd accepted his offer, Loki would lead you towards a glamorous building in the city. From the corner of his eye, he saw a well-dressed man eating with a woman inside the building, and figured that he ought to do something similar with you. You told him it was one of the most famous fine dining establishments in your city.

Once the two of you were inside, Loki summoned his scepter (containing the Mind stone) and used it to coerce the maître d' into giving you two the best seats in the restaurant and the finest entrées for free.

Loki would find himself picking at the food and ocassionally during the dinner, he would clutch his forehead with a strange stinging pain. He would never tell you what it was, but he would know it was the effect of Thanos controlling his mind. However, Loki would be surprisingly civil with you, letting you do most of the talking.

The date would end with Loki giving you a passionate, kiss, cupping both of your cheeks and savoring the taste of your lips. As you walked away, after he bade you good night, Loki watched you leave. He swore to himself that he would never forget you. And that when all of the battles were over and Midgard was finally his, he would come back for you. 

Loki, rightful king of Asgard and Jotunheim, from Thor: The Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok

Spending time at a Midgardian bookstore, with dessert afterward

A date with Loki would begin with the two of you going to one of your favorite bookstores. The two of you would show each other passages from books that you liked, books that made you cringe, and books that made you emotional. Loki would ask you about modern literature, and anything else he wants to know about 'Midgardian cultures'.

"What's so special about this William Shakespeare? I know he wrote a little tragedy about two teenagers, but he cannot be famous just for that."

"He wrote many plays - comedies, tragedies, and histories as well." You pass him a book titled 'Hamlet'. "It isn't my personal favorite, but it's quite famous."

Loki pages through the book, his eyes widening from time to time. After a while, he closes it. "Ophelia deserves better, and most of the men in this story are awful beings."

And since I believe that Loki has a large sweet tooth, he would definitely want to try out the pastries that Midgard has to offer. Depending on the shop, Loki would order a selection of sweets (pistachio baklava, strawberry cream pastries, opera cake, I've got a whole list of delicacies he might like) and enjoy it when you feed him a few bites. (Yes, he might consider the whole 'feeding each other' to be too cliché and cheesy, but he would love it as a form of intimacy.)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

Milkshakes at a diner

A date with Bill Hazeldine would begin with him borrowing his parents' car to pick you up from your place. Out of politeness, he would make small talk with your family if they were around. Bill is chivalrous; he would open the car door for you, close it for you, and make sure you were okay in the car.

(Random addition: Bill would go all the way to impress his date, especially if it was his first date with them. He would use hair product, a new cologne that he bought after seeing a television advertisement for it, and a face cream that some actor called his 'go-to product'.)

Bill would take you to a greasy spoon/diner outside Little Stempington, one of the popular ones frequented by young couples. After the two of you have been seated and have placed your orders, Bill would ask you icebreaker questions (some of which were probably suggested by his dad) like "Do you have any celebrity crushes or fantasies? (you both had a good laugh over that one) and "What's the one movie you could never get tired of seeing?"

If you were interested, Bill would be eager to share a milkshake with you, using two straws just like lovebirds in movies. (His favorite flavor? Neapolitan or Banana Split) And when you're not looking, Bill would sneak a few coins into the jukebox just to play a song performed by your favorite band/artist.

"Oh my goodness!" You exclaimed with a big smile as soon as you realized what was playing. "I love this song!"

Bill proudly grinned. "Yeah, I had the jukebox play it for you."

"Bill, that's so sweet of you." You kissed his cheek, causing him to blush furiously. 

"Maybe it could be our song, in honour of this date."

The date would end with Bill dropping you off at home at a reasonable hour, like 9:30 PM. He would kiss your hand, bid you (and your family) good night, and then leave you a small voice message telling you how much he enjoyed the date. Maybe you'll have a walk in the park next time, or a movie date.

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from the play Coriolanus

Home-cooked dinner with serious conversations

A date (or rather an evening of courting) would begin with him going to your home (or you going to his place) for a vesperna (a light supper). After both of you had freshened up, the servants would pour some wine for you and offer some olives, cheese, and salted fish as an appetizer.

Coriolanus would eat slowly, taking a long time before he breaks the silence. He is a man of few words, and does not see the point in unnecessary conversation. However at some point - perhaps when the prima mensa (main course) arrives - he would ask you about your background, your education, and your beliefs. He would listen to everything, and offer his own opinions when necessary. And when the secunda mensa (second main course, usually dessert) was served, Coriolanus would excuse himself from the table…only to return with something else.

"A present for you, my lady." Coriolanus extended his hand across the table, revealing a diamond pendant with a gold chain in his palm. 

"I couldn't…this is far too much, General."

Coriolanus rose from his chair and clasped the pendant around your neck. "It complements you well. And I believe you have earned it - not once did you show impoliteness or crude etiquette. I would…I…I want…"

"What do you want, General?"

"I want you to call me Caius" His fingers found their way to the ends of your hair. "And I want…I want to see you again."

The evening would end with Coriolanus personally escorting you home (or leaving your home before it got too late, so as not to rouse any suspicion) and promising another supper with you. 

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Can you please do a Bill Hazeldine x based on this song

@jadep2003 I hope you like this! It's a bit different in the fact that it's a stream of thought rather than dialogue. In any event, I finally finished this for you! Sorry it took so long! 🥺🥰🤗

Joyce Hazeldine and your mom were, not exactly friends, but business partners. Because of the little ‘arrangement’ they had, you saw a lot of the Hazeldine’s son. Well, as long as Jewel Diamond wasn’t drooling all over him. You had your own boyfriend anyways. He actually was kind of a jerk. He was part of his own gang, bullying kids and adults alike and even causing problems at school. But he was the son of the head wife on your Mom’s side of the gangs so they wanted you to date him. The fact that he had a fancy sports car was the only really good thing about him.

To the outside world, you two seemed happy as ever. Even so, you couldn’t help but admire from afar the newest Little Stempington resident. He seemed nice. A bit innocent, but nice. And not completely innocent. You knew there was a little rebel somewhere in there. You just hadn’t figured out where yet.

As time went on, you could feel Bill's gaze on you whenever he was near. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off you, but you didn't dare return the action. Your boyfriend was possessive and you cared, for some reason, far too much for Bill to let him get on the wrong side of your boyfriend's anger.

The one thing you noticed about Bill that always made you smile a little was his taste in music. He seemed to like all the same bands that you did. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend hated that music. So he refused to ever go to a concert with you or let you play it when he was present.

The night of the prom finally rolled around. Your boyfriend asked if you'd mind driving separately to the prom and, while extremely disappointed, you agreed. The first half hour of prom you spent mostly with your boyfriend. However he refused to dance and eventually got pulled away by his gang buddies.

You sat for a while alone, hanging out with some of the other girls in your class. That's when you feel it. He's watching you again. Risking a glance, you turn to him. Bill blushes brightly, giving you a shy smile from across the room. You smirk and wave at him. He looks around the room for someone, his face paling suddenly.

You follow his gaze and, when you see it, your jaw drops. In the center of the room stand your boyfriend and Jewel, dancing together. And they seem quite, how to put it, intimate. That puts the nail in the coffin for you. You're done being someone else's arm candy. Bill may be shy, naive, skinny and scrawny, but he's kind and a little rebellious. What more could you want?

"Hi," He says nervously, standing up as you approach.

"Hey there," You grin. Taking one last glance at the new prom king and queen, you shake your head and hold your hand out to him. He takes your hand and the two of you step out onto the dance floor yourselves.

"Why'd you notice me?" He asks.

"You're just like me," You reply, shrugging. He chuckles and nods.

"I guess so," He smiles.

"Hey, I've got two tickets to the concert Friday. Wanna come?"

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Yandere Bill Hazeldine x insecure! chubby! reader pls? Where the reader and Bill are childhood best friends until he meets Jewel and the reader gets pushed aside. And that the reader has had a crush on Bill since they were little. After the reader gets pushed aside They become more quiet and stop talking to Bill because the reader thinks he deserves better than them.

Bill was upset and confused. Ever since Jewel came into his life you have been getting distant from him. Now its been a week since he last saw you. He was always obsessed with you ever since you two were little kids. So he came up with a plan. One day when he was hanging out with Jewel he drugged her. He brought her to his house. Tying her up in his basement. Then he went to get you. He put you to sleep with a cloth. He was way more gentle with you than Jewel. He brought you to his basement and tied you to a bed. Now he just waited for the both of you to wake up.

Time skip

Once I woke up I saw Bill grinning at me. "Good morning Y/n." he said. "Bill? What is going on?" I asked. "Well I brought you here because you have been distant and that's not okay." he said. "The plan is I'm gonna kill Jewel and we can be together forever." he said when I glanced at Jewel. "Why? You deserve so much better than me." I said. Bill looked so shocked. (Surprised Pikachuu face.)"Your the most perfect being in the whole world. I will tell you that for the rest of my life." he said. Then he killed Jewel. He then made sire you knew how much he loved you.

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Fic: The Beach House (Bill Hazeldine x Reader)

Title: The Beach House

Summary: You go to meet Bill's family, including his brother

A/N: Based on this imagine  lokihiddles2981​ lokiloveravengerobsesser​ lokipenguin​

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“We can still back out of this.” Bill Hazeldine said as he drove you towards the family beach house. “They already know we’re engaged. That’s all they need to know.” You laughed a bit.

“Bill, sweetie, we’re all going to have to meet sooner or later.” You said, looking over at him. He glanced at you before turning his attention back to the road.

“You don’t understand.” Bill said. “My parents had to leave their last neighborhood because my mother started a war with one of the neighbor ladies, my dad is clueless, and…then there’s Oakley.”

“Oakley? What’s an Oakley?” You asked. Bill sighed.

“Well, hopefully he’ll be out getting drunk with his friends and you won’t meet him, but he’s my…child I grew up with that’s related to me.”

“So…your brother.” You said. Bill cringed at your statement.

“Ugh, I hate that.” Bill said. “Let’s just stick with calling him Oakley and that’s it.” You smiled then turned your attention back out the window, watching the scenery as it went by.

****

Bill’s parents weren’t near as bad as you had expected them to be. Joyce and Jeremy were friendly enough, even though Joyce kept saying she liked you better than Jewel. You knew that Bill had previously been in a serious relationship before and during his university days, but their flame burnt out and they went their separate ways. She went to California, he found you.

“Oh, Bill.” Joyce said. “Oakley should be here soon.” With that, Bill spit out the beer he had been drinking.

“Honey?” You asked. “Are you okay?”

“Good, good.” Bill said. “Well, if we leave now, we can get back to London by night. Tell Oakley I’m…”

“Tell Oakley what?” A voice behind him said. Bill closed his eyes.

“Shit.” He whispered under his breath. He turned and looked at the older man that stood behind him. “Oakley. Hi.”

“Hello Bill.” Oakley said. He looked over at you. “And hello lady that’s not Jewel Diamond. May I say my brother defiantly picked right this time.” He took your hand and kissed it. “I’m Oakley.”

“I’m (y/n).” You said. “Bill fiancée.”

“Fiancée?” Bill asked. “Baby brother’s growing up.” He playfully punched Bill’s arm.

“Now if only my big brother would.” Bill said under his breath. Jeremy came in then and started talking to Bill about something, leaving you and Oakley to make awkward small talk. You took a drink of your wine. Oakley kept looking at you.

“No offense, but you are way out of my brother’s league.” Oakley said. “How did he manage to catch you?”

“We met in my math class.” You said. “Bill set in there the whole class, even though he was in the wrong one. He claims he just wanted my number.” You smile at the memory. Oakley put his hand on yours.

“Well, my brother does have great taste then.” Oakley said. You pulled your hand back.

“Look, Oakley, you’re cool and all, but I love Bill. So if you could quit touching my hand and doing that whole sexy thing with your eyes, that’d be great.” You said. You thought you sounded harsh, but then Oakley started laughing.

“Hey Bill, I think you found the one!” He said, walking over to where his dad and brother were. Bill looked at him. “She didn’t fall for my charms like Jewel did. She loves you.”

“Well, that’s good.” Bill said. He paused for a second. “Wait a minute, when did Jewel fall for your charms?” Oakley turned red.

“Well, I got a new board. I’m going to go catch some waves. Be back later!” He quickly ran out of the house with Bill hot on his tail.

“Oakley! Get your tan ass back here!” Bill called, leaving you, Jeremy, and Joyce all laughing.

[five-miles-over]

Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends

Pairings: Rory Slippery (from Fortysomething) x Reader, Bill Hazeldine (from Suburban Shootout) x Reader

Summary: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery

"Yes, mum. I've just pulled up in front of the building," you spoke, precariously holding the phone with one hand while you parked your second-hand car with the other. The car, a dark grey 1990 Honda Accord, a graduation present given to you by your parents, with the idea that you'd be able to be much more independent driving to uni rather than relying on public transport. Of course, it was also a convenient way to get rid of a car they'd been hoping to replace with a much newer, more fuel efficient model. That aside, you were sure that it would make you a bit cooler around campus, not that it truly mattered anyways. "I'll call you again when I'm settled. I love you, Mum." 

After exiting the vehicle, and locking it, you opened the door to your uni house for the first time. "Eee!" A rat scurried past you, and a chill ran down your spine. You might need to call someone to deal with that…very soon. With a long look up the wooden stairs, to where the bedrooms were supposed to be, you took a deep breath and picked up one of the three keys laying on a countertop. 

To say the house needed some work was a slight understatement. The kitchen sink was leaking like a salivating dog, the faded pastel wallpaper in the living room was peeling near the edges, the furniture was clouded with a coat of dust, and to top it off, the gilded '221' on the door was half-covered in dark rust . No wonder this house was one of the cheapest near campus.  

Within one hour filled with heaving, panting, and thankfully no more mice, you were able to get all of your boxes into your room within the uni house. Compared to the rest of the house, the room that you chose had a pale blue paint on the walls, and it vaguely matched the color of the bedsheets you brought with you. The mattress, which was lodged against a large window with one large crack (heaven knows where that came from…some Romeo throwing pebbles?), was relatively stainless though yellow from age.

You unpacked the boombox among your things and filed through the box containing your CDs. Selecting a random one, you let the music play through the house while you dueled with fitted sheets and fought with a bedskirt (why do those even exist??). 

"Finally!" You exclaimed with relief, falling back onto the bed after setting it up for the first time. Unpacking the rest of your things wouldn't be so hard, now that the bed was set up. Plus…now you could always take a nap if you were tired. Just then, from a distance, you heard the sound of two people - a middle-aged woman and a man - talking quickly. The door opened with a creak, and was followed by the sounds of their footsteps.

You stealthily left your room, trying to make as little noise as possible with each step. A tall, lanky, boy with dark blonde curls carried a box overflowing with books into the home while the middle-aged woman and man (presumably his parents) could be heard inspecting the house. 

"Jeremy, I can't believe the condition of this living room," the woman - slender with a bowl-cut, a few wrinkles upon her face - commented with dismay. She stood near the seemingly rickety, dusty coffee table positioned in front of a small television with a flimsy-looking antenna. You swore she blushed just a tiny bit when she came across a worn-out copy of A Savage Adoration, published by Mills and Boon, hidden under a small ashtray found on the coffee table. 

"It'll be a good experience, Joyce," the man peeked from behind a fridge. "I remember my uni house being in worse shape than this…" He didn't seem much taller than the woman, though definitely a bit more stout. 

"Hello?" You cautiously asked, introducing yourself as one of the students living in this house for the academic term. 

"Oh, you've moved in already?" Joyce's face lit up when she heard who you were. She tentatively came towards you, and looked around the house. "Bill, come say hello to your new flatmate."

You and Bill, the lanky boy with blonde curls you saw earlier, shook hands and exchanged names. His palms were sweaty and his eyes were a mixture of blue and grey, like the sky during a thunderstorm.

"Looks like you'll get your first taste of living among the ladies." Jeremy chuckled, watching his boy reluctantly extend his hand. "Good practice for when you're married."

"Bill, make sure you call every day," Joyce instructed Bill with a hand upon the boy's shoulder. "I want you to promise that you'll stay away from drugs, any kind of parties, or gangs."

"Joyce, our son's all grown up now. He'll be quite alright." Jack commented, and you couldn't help but smirk just a little. Bill, though he may be old enough for uni, just seemed too….baby-faced the more that you looked at him. Not that it was off-putting at all. It made Bill seem angelic and innocent, like the type who wouldn't cause trouble. 

Joyce and Jack shook your hand, hugged Bill at least twice, and wished you both luck before finally driving off. 

"Where's that coming from?" Bill pointed upstairs in the direction of the music that you'd briefly forgotten about. You could barely hear "Sugar We're Goin Down" playing from your bedroom. 

"Oh, it's just my boombox - I put on a CD while I was setting up my bedsheets," you dismissed. "I think I've got a kettle packed somewhere, do you want a cup of tea or some coffee?"

"Tea sounds good." Bill rummaged through a cardboard box and handed you a box of Earl Grey tea packets, along with…a bag of sugar.

"You might need to find another way of storing this," you chuckled, placing the items onto the counter. The electric kettle, filled with tap water, hissed after you plugged it into the outlet. And while the water heated up, you removed the plastic covering off the box of tea bags. Just then, you and Bill heard a knock on the door.

"There's supposed to be a third person here, right?" Bill asked as the two of you shuffled towards the front.

"Yeah…Rory something." 

You and Bill opened the door to find another young man with cropped brown hair and sharp cheekbones. He wore a blue and black sweater, a visible white undershirt, and worn out jeans. A pile of boxes, and a stereo were piled near his feet.

"This is…221 Dunmore Street?"

"That's the address, I believe." You pointed the number on the door.

"Where's your family?" Bill asked, lightly squinting.

"Didn't need their help." The young man shook Bill's hand "I'm Rory Slippery."

"Bil Hazeldine. Let me help you get your things." Bill rushed to carry one of Rory's boxes inside. 

"Thanks." After Rory introduced himself to you, you extended your hand forward too. Instead of shaking your hand, Rory lowered his head and briefly kissed your knuckles with a little smirk. 

You looked down briefly and smiled. "Wow, thanks."

"Always a pleasure." 

You picked up another one of Rory's boxes and led him inside the house. "Your key's on that table over there. We've got a kettle going - do you want some tea?"

"Alright." 

"The water should be done by now. Let's get all the boxes inside." You, Bill, and Rory continued to carry boxes inside the house. And just like how two of Bill's boxes were overfilled with books, two of Rory's boxes were filled with video games, sweaters, and…hair care products. You made a mental note to ask Rory about that sometime, but not yet.

Fifteen minutes later, the three of you were situated in the living room, sipping steaming mugs of Earl Grey made with the tea bags that Bill had brought. Holding his mug, Rory searched the room for the television remote. Meanwhile, you and Bill sat on a faded couch and the Mills and Boon book was being perfectly ignored on the coffee table.

"Where's everyone from?" Bill was the first to break the ice. 

Rory procured the remote from a mystery corner table in the living room, and blew a cloud of dust off of it. "My parents live in Wimbledon."

"Cool! I've been to Wimbledon once. I absolutely loved it."

"That's not far from campus. Why'd you choose a uni house?" You asked, taking another sip.

"I needed my own place." Rory aimed the remote at a television and managed to turn it on. "I'm a grown man now, I need to…be mature for my age."

You raised an eyebrow.

Rory sighed. "I'm a third-year. Transferred from University of Raleigh in time for the new term."

When Bill asked why, Rory confessed that his ex-girlfriend cheated with his brother, and he couldn't put up with it. "I just don't want to come home and see his lying, sniveling coward face everyday."

After a moment of awkward silence, you asked what everyone's courses were. Rory stated that he was interested in Sociology and Bill declared that he wanted to pursue Theology.

"What about you?" Bill asked.

"BMBS," you gently said with a chuckle. "Bachelor of Medicine and Bachelor of Surgery."

"Cool!"

Rory piped up. "My dad's a doctor. I could introduce you to him."

"That'd be great, thank you." You nodded. "What's his speciality?"

"Not sure." Rory shrugged and took another sip.

"I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

"I'm not. She was never the one."

"Maybe you'll find someone nice here." Bill cheerfully moved closer to you and Rory, and raised his mug. "A toast to a good year at uni. A new chapter in the books of our lives that will be filled to the brim with

memories." 

You and Rory silently clinked your mugs against his.

[five-miles-over]

Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (To You)

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Also, my sincerest apologies - they all turned into mini-fics.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

Reverend Will would propose to you after a Sunday roast dinner, after your family invited him to your home. You were helping to clear the table with the rest of the ladies in your family when Will coughed to announce his presence. At once, everyone cleared the dining room, leaving you alone with the vicar.

"A word please?" He politely called you by name, his hands clasped in front of him. Will sat you down in one of the empty chairs. Gods how he wanted to reach out and tuck one of your stray hairs behind your ear in that very moment, one of the intimate things that he longed to do with you. Intimate things that would be proper in the eyes of God if you were his lawfully wedded wife. He did not sit down, and gently began talking to you. "For some time, I have been charmed by you. Not just your looks, that is not to say that you are not a lovely woman. You are most lovely, but I have also been charmed by your kindness, your humility, and your…virtue."

Will knelt before you, looking up with the most earnest gaze. "If you will bestow upon me the fortune of being your husband, then in return I shall do everything to keep you safe and comfortable.  I shall speak to your father, and we will be wedded in holy matrimony. You and I shall walk together upon this path of life, and I have no doubt that a virtuous woman like you will aid me in carrying out what the Lord decrees of us. My sweetest, please say that you will marry me."

Henry V from The Hollow Crown

With Henry, there was not much of a proposal to begin with. The marriage between you and the King of England was arranged by your father and his men, along with the king and his men. Still, Henry coaxed your father into having at least one private audience with you before the wedding ceremonies, so that he may properly court you as any suitor would. 

'My dearest lady," Henry began as soon as he was alone with you in his study while your father and his men stood vigil outside. "Lower thy veil, and let me behold your face." He reached forward and removed the hood of your cloak, smiling as he beheld your beauty for the first time. "Cheeks rosier than the flowers that bloom in springtime. Your lips and eyes are so enticing, they call to me like sirens. Yours is a face that I shall never tire of seeing.

I confess to you, my lady, that words are not my greatest strength. Were it so easy that I could simply strap on armor or fire an arrow into a target or vault into my saddle for a wife, I should quickly vault for a wife. Alas, tis not so. For a woman's heart is truly one of the most difficult conquests to embark upon. Nevertheless, tis a conquest that I shall duly pursue if you can deign to love me.

If you can love such a man as me, someone whose words are not their strongest suit and someone whose fidelity to you is true, then take me. Take a soldier, and in taking a soldier, you will take a king." Henry knelt before you and offered you his hand. "Sweetest of all maidens, canst thou love me?"

Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard

"I have called you to discuss a matter of great importance, my lady." Loki enunciated the formal title at the end in an attempt to conceal the butterflies in his stomach. He summoned you to the palace gardens at the house before twilight, when the sky would be decorated with streaks of orange and pink. You walked alongside him through the bushes and the groves of flowers. Loki clasped his hands behind her back, walking as if he ruled every inch of earth on which he stepped. 

He continued, "Yes, tis true that Thor, my brother, is the one whom my father has decreed to ascend the throne of Asgard," The younger prince of Asgard looked forward with a solemn expression while you listened with intrigue. "But he is incompetent." Loki turned to you. "He is idiotic and brash. You know as well as I do that he does not encompass the values of a king.

"Was he not the one who wished to invade Jotunheim alone, my prince?" You stopped in your tracks, just as the sun began setting into the horizon behind you.

"Yes, he was. It was all his idea, my lady." Loki did not bother to include his role in instigating Thor, it would not help him in this moment whatsoever. If he delayed this moment any further, he was convinced the words would be stuck in his throat, forever unable to escape. "You are one of the few people with whom I can share these thoughts, my lady." He sighed, his gaze fixated upon you and your beauty. "It is why I have called you here. In the coming future, I will need to protect Asgard from my brother's foolishness. And for that I should like to have a worthy companion by my side."

Loki conjured a shining dagger with a gold hilt out of thin air and promptly fell to one knee before you. The hilt of the dagger was engraved with the words, 'Min hærr, duonningen av mitt hjerte' (My beloved, Queen of my heart) Still on bended knee, Loki looked up at you with an expression of innocence that you never knew existed within him - wide eyes, baited breath, a meek expression. As if all his life were being wagered on a single thing right now. 

"I wish to make you my wife," Loki declared, his lips trembling. "Should you accept, I will bring my proposal to your family, and then we will be wed with due ceremony. And if you decide otherwise, then I shall…" he swallowed, "I shall respect your choice."

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

"This looks like something stolen from the Graham Norton Show." You raised an eyebrow when Loki handed you an orange and purple card.

"It's a scavenger hunt." Loki said with a twinkle in his eye. "Every clue leads you to the next one."

"I know how a scavenger hunt works, Loki." You rolled your eyes and flipped over the card. "Was this your idea, or is this some ridiculous team-bonding activity put together by Steve Rogers?"

"No. You see,…I have some errands to do, but at the same time, I have an obligatory excursion with the Lady Valkyrie."

You crossed your arms. "So why the scavenger hunt?"

Loki brightly answered. "Well, it makes the errands all the more fun!"

"Alright, but you owe me, Loki." 

"Good girl." The God of Mischief kissed you not the cheek and disappeared into thin air.

You glanced down and saw that the first card, which told you to pick up six cupcakes ordered under Loki's name. The cupcakes were from a specific café….that just so happened to be the place where you and Loki had your first date, which was set up by a far-too-enthusiastic Thor. The moment you got there, a waiter brought you a "complimentary" cupcake of your favorite flavor…along with another orange and purple card. 

The second card took you to the library, on the pretext of picking up a book that was on hold for Loki. There, the librarian handed you the book - Divine Comedy by Dante - and another book that you recognized. It was Pride and Prejudice, one of the first pieces of "Midgardian literature" that you introduced to Loki, a book that you were all too happy to fangirl over. But inside the book was - yes- another orange and purple card. 

The third card sent you to pick up Loki's dry-cleaning. (Really, Loki? Dry cleaning?) At the dry-cleaners, the person at the register handed you a transparent garment bag containing a black tuxedo with a ruffled white shirt. And then you were given a second garment bag with an emerald green gown embellished with diamonds. You couldn't help but stare a few moments at the pretty, expensive-looking gown. Before the person at the register could hand you another card, you made a mental note to ask Loki about the gown and whom it was for. You guessed it was probably for himself for the times he was feeling fabulous. Actually, Loki also liked to wear absolutely nothing when he was feeling his most fabulous…but that didn't matter right now.

The fourth card took you to the park where Loki confessed his love for you for the first time, on the pretext of picking up Loki's forgotten jacket and buying a bouquet of white flowers.

The fifth card took you across the city just to get a particular bottle of liquor that Loki had liked. Okay, now this guy was having a little too much fun with you right now. 

You were relieved when the sixth card, given to you by the liquor store clerk, led you back to the Avengers compound, to the same room where you began this entire scavenger hunt. You huffed a little, setting the box of cupcakes, the books, the two garment bags, Loki's jacket, the flowers, and liquor gently on a table. "Loki? Loki, where are you?"

Loki stood in the middle of the Avengers' common room, wearing polished gold armor over a black and green leather tunic with long, dark trousers. His hair was combed perfectly in place, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stood surrounded by a few candles and fairy lights hanging against the curtains.

"Okay, I need answers…" You sighed, already tired from running around all afternoon. "Loki, I got your things, just tell me what the gown is for and the…the liquor and the…Are you throwing a party or something?"

"I'm getting married."

"What?!" You gulped, reaching for the nearest couch. "I…what? You're getting married, why didn't you tell me? And…" You felt your head start to spin, preparing yourself for the worst. Whatever happened to all the times he said he loved you? Was he just using you to put together some kind of romantic gesture for someone else, just a tool?! Perhaps this is what you get for letting the God of Mischief into your life. Betrayal. "Well, I hope they make you happy, Loki." You relented, putting your head in your hands.

"She does." 

"Good." You murmured, trying your best not to cry in this moment. That was the last thing you wanted him to see. "Is that gown for her too?"

"Hm-hm. Of course, it'll probably end up on the floor after the engagement party, hehe."

"Loki, I am in no mood for your jokes right now." After a few moments, you looked up. 

"Come on,…have a sense of humor."

"NO!" You yelled, getting up from the couch. "No, I will not have a sense of humor right now! You used me! You used me, and lied to me. You told me to do all of these errands, like picking up dry cleaning, and buying liquor, without telling me that you were going to propose to someone else! You could have at least told me, just so I'd have some kind of closure. But no, you couldn't even think to do that. You told me it was a scavenger hunt, like I wasn't worth knowing the truth.

I...I did this because I care about you, Loki! I care about you like some kind of idiot who actually thought that you might like me the same way that I liked you. That right there, making me like you might just be the worst thing you have ever done me." You took a moment to breathe, and ran your hands through your hair. 

"Ugh…And you made me even pick up her engagement dress! What kind of person makes someone do that?!" You couldn't even think about the words you were spitting out, too busy with the hot tears clouding your vision. 

"The kind of person who knows how good it'll look when you wear it."

"What?!" You were taken aback all of a sudden. 

Loki approached you with a hint of nervousness. "Darling, you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know I'm not easy to be with, that I drive you mad sometimes, and I make you put up with a lot. I...I should've practiced this more." He laughed under his breath. "Why didn't I?" Blinking, he pushed his hair back before continuing. 

"What I'm trying to say is,...my life has never been the same since I met you. You're the most steadfast ally, a wonderful friend, and best of all, you are the most passionate and loyal person I have ever known. I could never imagine my life without you, and I never want to. That's how much I love you."

The God of Mischief fell to one knee, and held up a small emerald ring with a gold band.

"Will you marry me?"

Bil Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, sweetheart." Bill pulled his father's car into a driveway, and took your hand. "Just close your eyes, alright?"

"Alright…" After a few steps, you could hear Bill opening a door and the sound of a shopkeeper's bell, along with the muted conversations of various patrons. The scents of vanilla and grease reached you almost immediately. 

Bill held you close and whispered that you could open your eyes now.

When you opened your eyes, you laughed a little. "We haven't been here in a while…"

"You remember it?"

"How could I ever forget?" You kissed him on the cheek, and let him find a table for you. 

Bill's proposal began with him taking you to the milkshake diner where the two of you had your first date. After a bit of small talk over a banana split, Bill not-so-discretely excused himself. While you sat at the table with your spoon and checked your phone, Bill made his way to the jukebox with his hands in his jeans' pockets, feeling the small box inside. He'd almost thought about wearing a suit for this occasion, but his mum said it would make you suspicious. And his father suggested hiding the ring inside your ice cream to be more romantic , but Bill was terrified by the idea of you accidentally choking. Yes, keeping the ring with him was a better idea.

Bill took a deep breath and slipped a coin into the jukebox, flipping through the various tracks to find one of the songs you enjoyed. When he found one, he pressed play and called your name. Bill extended his hand out, offering to dance with you. He twirled you, and the two of you swayed in time with the music, smiling all the while. At the end of the song, Bill proudly kissed you on the lips.

He gently said your name, and pushed a bit of hair out of your face. "You're the one I want to dance with to every song…There's just no one like you, no one I could ever dream of that's just as wonderful as you are." Bill reached in his pocket for the small box, and fell to one knee, not caring who might be watching you in the diner. Inside the small box was a 0.3-carat diamond ring with a silver band. "Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world, and marry me?"

Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

Coriolanus invited your family to dine with him and his mother one night on the pretext of an important matter concerning two important families of Roman nobility. It was not the first time he'd done such a thing, inviting your family to break bread with him and his mother. He had even visited your father's home before, sharing wine with your father and your brothers from time to time. It was through those meetings that Coriolanus fell more in love with your smile, the way you bit your lip when you were thinking,…and even the way your laugh infected him like a plague. And if there was anything more deadly to him than your simple, unadulterated laughter, then it was your beauty which had him fighting the urge to smile whenever you walked into a room or whenever he heard your voice.

But despite his best efforts, it became quickly aware to everyone in your family how besotted the general was with you. The way his head unintentionally bowed whenever he was in your presence, as if you were the sun and he would go blind if he looked you straight in the eye, never went unnoticed. The fact that you were the only person who could make him laugh, and that the simple mention of your name was enough to make the powerful General and conqueror of Corioles lower his usual barking voice made your family - and anyone else in the general's presence - giggle under their breath.

So when everyone had finished the prima mensa, Coriolanus stood up and raised his cup. "I have called you here tonight, to make a proposition," he declares with the same voice that he would use to speak to the Senate. "An alliance between our families…" The general turned his gaze to you for a moment, and exhaled to calm his racing heart, which only quickened when you looked back up at him. "If you will bestow upon me this honor, I wish to make your daughter…my wife. She is virtuous, and kind,…endowed with a noble background."

He waved for two of the servants of his household to present your mother and father with gifts of imported silk and valuable coins. And for you, the general had his servant gift place a set of golden jewelry - a girdle, five bracelets, and a layered necklace with rubies - in your lap. Underneath the girdle was a small piece of parchment with the words,

"I long to see you wearing these on our wedding night, my lady. Only these."

You turned red, and looked up and the general, politely expressing your thanks. 

"Should you accept," Coriolanus gave you a nod and turned to your family. "We shall make our alliance official in the presence of the gods. Your daughter shall be my wife, and I her husband. I will defend her from harm and protect her, as I have defended Rome time and time again. Your daughter will be cared for, and all I ask for in return, is your fidelity. Pledge to me your allegiance, for I shall need your influence when the time comes for the elections in the Senate.

Instead of a dowry give me your loyalty, and I swear that your priceless gem of a daughter will want for nothing for as long as I live. Do I have your word?"

Oakley from Unrelated

"Let's get married." Oakley off-handedly said while the two of you stood outside, leaning against the wall while he smoked a cigarette. 

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?"

"No." He took another drag of his cigarette and turned to you with his ocean blue eyes and tousled, dirty blond curls. "We should get married."

"Who are you and what have you done with Oakley?" 

"What, you don't think I'm good enough to marry you?" He protested. 

Shaking your head, you laughed. "No, it's not that…"

"Well, then what is it?" Oakley crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the sight of you laughing. "We have fun together, we make each other laugh,…we look good together, especially when naked-"

That was enough for you to playfully hit him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle. He continued, "We like each other. We have this great relationship."

"But are you sure this is what you want?" You asked. "Don't you want to explore, try things? Do stuff before you're tied down?"

"Why would I do that? When there's this…beautiful, funny, smart, and sexy girl right there with me, I'm not even looking at anyone else." Oakley simply countered. "I like what we have, and i don't want to let it go. We can travel, explore the world, and I'll do it all with you." There was no sign of hesitation in his voice, but maybe it was just the cigarette fueling his courage. He came closer to you, and looked dead serious. "I don't want what we have to be just something we try for as long as we can, something we leave up to chance. I want forever with you."

"Forever?"

"Forever." Oakley knelt before you, his eyes going from a vivid cyan to a soft, almost pale bag blue. "I don't have a ring but…" He removed his necklace and presented it to you like an offering at an altar, calling your name. "Marry me."

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Jonathan had been working with MI-6 for almost two years, embarking on various mission for them after he gained acclamation for helping to carry out Operation Limpet. He, along with officer Angela Burr, took down the infamous arms dealer Richard Roper once and for all.

Since then, Jonathan found himself a new home in London and got back in touch with you, the one who stole his heart back when he was still working as a night manager. He didn't know how much he truly missed you until you answered his letter, telling him about the twists and turns your life had taken since your last encounter with Pine. After about three weeks of exchanging handwritten letters - simply because they reminded you both of a simpler time and felt more personal - with Jonathan using a pseudonym to protect you, he invited you to visit London for a holiday. 

And those five days you spent in London were some of the best five days of Jonathan's life. He delighted in your innocence, the way you happily took his arm and strolled through the city, randomly surprising him with kisses. Arm in arm, without a care in the world except for each other, enjoying all that life would have to offer…This is how it should be, Jonathan thought to himself as he gazed at the sparkle in your eyes, the color in your cheeks. He listened as you talked about everything you liked about London, everything that disgusted you, and everything you hoped for in the future, simply taking in the opportunity to just be with you. 

After a few moments, you asked him about what he wanted in the future, and all Jonathan had to say was one word.

"You."

You looked up from your cup of tea. "Me?"

He took a breath. "Yes." Jonathan affectionately said your name, and reached for your hand. "I never grew up in a house with both parents, doting on me." He told you about how his life up until joining MI-6 was an abominable quest for order. How his time in the military and working in the hotel business was part of an aim to find a direction in his life, and how little happiness it truly brought him. How alone he felt whenever his life wasn't being threatened. 

Jonathan sighed, not used to telling so much about himself in a single conversation, laying his heart out on the table to be cut into and devoured. "I promised myself that I would find the one person that I could care deeply for, and love them. I promised myself that I would make friends, find a home…a place to belong. Maybe someday become a parent."

You looked upon him lovingly. "That's beautiful, Jonathan."

He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. "I want all of those things, and I want them with you." Jonathan declared, quiet enough for the two of you to hear. "These past days with you have been…incredible. When I look at you, I see everything that I have wanted, the life that I want to be living five years from now, ten years from now." 

He continued, "You make me believe in a future that's worth building. The way you smile…, the way you look upon me and everyone with stars in your eyes…I want to be the one who keeps that smile on your face, the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one who kisses you good night, and the first one you see in the morning. I want to be the one you come home to every evening, the shoulder you lean on." 

Jonathan stroked the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. "I know it's soon, but if there is anything that I've learned, it's that when you see something worth keeping in your life, you do everything you can not to let her go. You just do it." He looked into your eyes. "Marry me?"

James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island

It was the third time this week James had a nightmare. After thrashing and groaning, fighting an invisible beast, James found it in himself to call you - his neighbor whom he'd been dating for two years - on the telephone. His forehead and his chest were dripping with sweat, his expression one of agony, when you approached his bed. It was obvious that he had been in a lot of pain. 

James wasn't the type of person who wanted to expound upon the terrors he was feeling; he was a man of action who preferred expressing his emotions nonverbally. So, you respected that and simply talked about mundane things, things about civilian life that would temporarily distract James. As you both fell asleep, you made a mental note to remind James setting another appointment with his therapist, the one MONARCH had prescribed for him.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn't unusual for James to go out on an early morning walk to be alone with his thoughts. It was one of the things he'd learned from his therapist when he asked about how to be a better sweetheart to you while recovering from his trauma. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with a heavy heart, hoping it wouldn't be too long before you saw James again. 

While you styled your hair, you heard the door unlock. James walked inside, carrying a bag of breakfast pastries. "Good morning." He greeted you in a low, casual voice. 

"Good morning…" You would've asked if he slept well, but given the events of last night, that question made no sense. "I'm sorry I stayed over."

"No need to apologize." James set the pastries down and placed a kettle on the stove. While the water rose to a boil, James unwrapped the two chocolate croissants he bought, and glanced up to find you standing in the kitchen. You walked up to him slowly, and without missing a beat, James gently kissed you with an arm gently holding your waist. He murmured your name again, his breath warm against your lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

James gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead before going into his bedroom. "I brought breakfast for us both. Should I make us some eggs?"

"No need…" You watched James open one of his drawers. "Before I forget, do you want to make an appointment with your therapist?"

"Uh, I will." James returned to the kitchen with a small box in his right hand. "Thanks for reminding me."

"What is that?"

James took a deep breath. "Just something to thank you for last night,…and for everything you've done."

"James, you really didn't have to-"

"No. I've been wanting to do this for a year, it's time." 

Your breath caught in your throat as James opened the box to reveal a small, simple sapphire ring. He began, "I should've done this sooner, and I'm a fool for not doing so." James fell to one knee, and you gasped. "Darling,…Over the years I've known you, you have helped me…become a man again. You've remained by my side as I've made attempts to return to civilian life. You've comforted me during my worst hours, and you have given me something worth living for."

"James…"

"You're someone worth fighting for." He laughs a little. "I love you. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you feel loved and caring for you in the ways that you have cared for me.

Darling, will you marry me?"

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

"Marry me." Magnus groaned with relief when you brought him a plate of eggs, some coffee, and an aspirin. He was laying on your couch, hungover after a night out with you and some of his mates from the police station.

You simply rolled your eyes and laughed a little. "Eat your eggs, you'll feel better with some food inside you."

Magnus kept his eyes on you while you both drank coffee, his headache slowly diminishing. "That a yes?"

"No, Magnus." You flatly said. "You had a lot to drink last night. Just…eat your eggs and finish your coffee. I'm not saying yes to a guy that passed out on my couch after throwing up into the bushes outside."

He grimaced. "I did that?…Sorry." Magnus looked down and shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Whatever, it was just a question, not like I meant it or anything." He pretended to brush off the matter. "You doing anything else today?"

"Tidying the house. You?"

Magnus closed his eyes for a moment to taste the savory flavor of the eggs. "i have a few things to do at the station for Kurt. Won't take long."

You and Magnus finished breakfast in silence before Magnus thanked you for letting him crash on your couch. "I'll see you soon." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You almost found it funny, the way he groaned for you to marry him, and chuckled to yourself. For all of his sarcastic quips and his cold exterior, there were times Magnus was an unintentional sweetheart. You'd known him for about seven months, how endearing he was whenever he tried to show off at darts or pool. You thought about the time he brought you soup every night when you had a flu that lasted for a week. And during that one time he showed up late to one of your date nights because of a case, he spent the rest of the evening simply snuggling with you until you fell asleep in each others' arms. It was one of the first times you'd ever seen him smiling so blissfully like a newborn baby.

About a few hours later, you could hear it rain outside, a bolt of thunder rumbling across the sky. While caught up in some trashy television, you heard a knock on the door. 

There was Magnus, standing outside drenched from head to toe. 

"Magnus, what are you-"

"I meant it." He confessed while the raindrops rolled down the sides of his face. "Marry me." He repeated when you asked him what he was talking about. Magnus reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small gold ring with three tiny diamonds. "You're the most perfect person in this entire world. And it's not just because you make the best eggs." He said, making you laugh. "You're stunning, even when you've just woken up. You put up with a lot, and…I can't really say what it is you do to me, but I can't help it. I…I…"

"I love you too, you crazy detective!" You finished.

"So, is that a yes?" Magnus asked again, with a big grin on his face as he presented the ring to you. 

Robert Laing from High-Rise

"We need to talk." Robert broke the silence while the two of you shared a candlelit dinner in your flat. 

All traces of a smile disappeared from your face instantly. Usually nothing good ever followed those four words. 

You put your fork down. "What did you want to talk about?"

Robert looked you in the eye. "I moved to this high-rise to be alone, to be away from people. This…a relationship was the last thing that I wanted." He blinked, looking down at his plate for a moment. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. 

You tensed in your seat, preparing for the worst. God, Robert. If he was trying to break up with you, then he just picked the worst time possible. 

The doctor stood up. "I thought I wasn't built for love…So I tried to be alone as much as I could, avoiding every chance to be attached to someone." He swallowed. "And then you came."

You let out a sigh, assuming that Robert was going to say something awful about your relationship. 

"It was like I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. What you did to me…" Robert called your name and walked over to you. "I cannot go a day without hearing your quippy words…, without seeing you when I come home,…without kissing you. It's more than anything I have felt in years." He confessed, his fingers tracing the back of your chair. "If you were to disappear from my life, it would feel like losing everything I've ever known. And…truthfully, the idea of that terrifies me. Maybe I could live without you,…but I don't know if I would be able to call it living.

"So what are you trying to say?" You murmured.

Robert sighed. "Forgive me, I'm not used to having these conversations."

"It's okay."

"You did it again." The doctor remarked. "You're making me fall in love with you, sweetheart." Robert went to the coat closet where he kept his blazer, and pulled a small box from one of the pockets. He returned to your side. "What I'm trying to say is,…that I'm in love with you. I'm in love not only with you, but with the way that you make me…feel things. The way that you remind me that there's a future ahead of us both. A future that can be much more than just dreary parties and squabbles between the upper floors and lower floors. You make me very happy, darling, and I think that you should know that." 

Robert took a deep breath and fell to one knee, next to your chair with the box opened to reveal a silver ring with a diamond heart. "Would you marry me, and make me an even happier man?"

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

You were sitting on the swing set in the garden of your family estate, enjoying the mid-morning sun and the gentle breeze. Idly moving your legs back and forth, you played with a small cluster of Baby's Breath in your lap. It was nice to be away from the bustling drama and the incessant gossip, and instead be surrounded by fresh air. 

"My lady." You were awoken from your reverie by a smooth, vaguely familiar baritone that belonged to none other than Thomas Sharpe. He was a guest who'd been staying at an inn near your family's home, having joined your family for supper at least ten times in the past two weeks. In your eyes, he seemed mysterious and yet full of stories to tell, always having an anecdote about a place he'd visited or a trick to show you and your siblings. There was something about him that made you drawn to him as soon as he walked into a room, you were unable to articulate what it was. 

"Good morning. What brings you here, Baronet?" 

The baronet gave you a smile, and leaned against a tree, watching you enjoy yourself on the swings. "I was speaking to your father and his, erm, associates about a business venture."

"About clay, right? Mining it?"

Thomas nodded. "Precisely, my lady. And you, have you been enjoying your morning?"

You blushed as he took a step closer. "Yes, Baronet."

"No need for such formal titles now, my lady. We're not at a ball, nor are we at supper. ''Thomas' will do." He gently said. "May I share your company for a while, my lady, if it would not be much of a bother for you?"

You allowed him, giving the Baby's Breath to him as a token of affection. No, not a token of affection. Simply a nice gesture that would hopefully give you a place in Thomas's good books. Maybe he might even ask you for a dance at the next ball.

"Will you be attending the ball this Saturday, Bar- I mean, Thomas?"

He nodded, taking a moment to smell the flowers. "You?"

"I will." 

"And have you chosen a gown, my lady?" Thomas decided to humor you a little. He smiled while you sheepishly described the dress that you had your eye on for that special occasion. "Well, I'm sure you will look divine wearing it, my lady. Do you often spend time here in the gardens, all by yourself."

"Yes. I enjoy the flowers, and the breeze. It's beautiful when the weather is pleasant."

"I can imagine, my lady. It's been a long time since I have relaxed in a garden." Thomas places the Baby's breath in his front pocket. "My lady, there is something I wish to know of you."

You stopped swinging, and asked him what it was.

"I would like to know if you would be interested in marrying me." Thomas knelt by your side, looking up at you with eyes that bore the same hue as a cloudless sky. "For some time, my lady, I have admired your numerous charms from afar. And with each passing day, my affections for you have grown stronger. I find myself thinking about you at the most unpropitious times of day." He sighs, "While I may not be a man of great fame or great brawn or of great wealth, I am a man of dignity." Thomas promised you, despite knowing it was a blatant lie. "I will make sure that you lack nothing as my wife. And to treat you with nothing but the compassion and the love that you deserve. All I ask in return, is that you try to find it in your heart to give me even an iota of your affections.

Would you be willing to do that, my lady?"

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

Ever since you moved into the flat Mr. Hiddleston bought for you, the most powerful man in London always had a designated town car sent to pick you up from work or school every day. His favorite chauffeur would show up at the same time every weekday, give you a friendly greeting, and drop you off at your flat. And once you got there, you'd be greeted by a doorman that Mr. Hiddleston personally hired to make sure that you reached safely.

Today, however, the chauffeur did not drop you off at your flat. At least, not right away. "Monsieur Hiddleston had something different in mind for today," he said with a small grin, like he knew something was going on. The chauffeur dropped you off at the nail salon for a manicure paid for by your powerful beau. 

After being pampered by the nail technician for about forty-five minutes, you returned to the town car to find a bag in the backseat with the word 'Harrods' on it. "You went shopping?" You asked the chauffeur while he drove you to your flat.

"Non, it was all Monsieur Hiddleston. He was keeping this dress on hold, and asked me to pick it up for you. He would like you to wear it tonight."

You thanked the chauffeur with a smile. Inside the bag was a beautiful Carolina Herrera gown in your favorite color. And right on cue, your phone buzzed with a text from your beau, asking if you liked his gift. As always, you texted back saying that it was perfect. 

The chauffeur dropped you off at your flat, and asked you to be ready by seven-thirty…but not before taking a good look at your manicured nails and saying an early 'congratulations'.

"Gordon owes me a favor," Mr. Hiddleston bragged a little when he arrived in front of your building at seven-thirty sharp. He opened the door of his favorite black Jaguar, and helped you inside the front passenger seat. "You look stunning tonight, darling."

"You look amazing too," you couldn't help but say. It was the truth after all. "When you said Gordon, did you mean…?"

"We're going to the River Restaurant in the Savoy Hotel, darling." He kept one hand on the steering wheel, placing the other one on your knee. "Hungry?"

"Nervous," you sheepishly said.

"I'm here, nothing can harm you." He turned his eyes to the road. "Your fears are far behind you."

The moment you arrived, the host of the restaurant immediately led you both to one of the outdoor terraces, where there was a table for two set up. Mr. Hiddleston pulled the chair for you before sitting down, and a waiter poured both of you some Dom Pérignon. 

"This is beautiful." You gushed, watching the most powerful man in London raise an invisible toast. You clinked your glass against his. 

 He replied with a dramatic flair.  "Nothing compared to you."

"So…what did you to get this favor?" You leaned in and asked him while the waiter placed a charcuterie board for the two of you to share. "This is a seafood place, charcuterie isn't on the menu."

A twinkle in his cerulean eyes, Mr, Hiddleston fed you a piece of cheese. "That's confidential, darling. Just enjoy the night."

"I will."

The two of you made small talk about your day, and about Mr. Hiddleston's upcoming business trip to Paris. You would be going with him of course, Mr. Hiddleston would make sure of that. The waiter refilled your champagne, and your beau discretely gave him a twenty-pound note, whispering that it was time for the main course.

The waiter took about fifteen minutes to bring your elegantly-arranged entrees out onto the terrace. And as he came out, you could hear an orchestra from inside the hotel begin to play "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera.

"Enjoying yourself?" Mr. Hiddleston leaned forward with a smirk as he noticed you listening to the music.

You admitted this was one of the songs you enjoyed, and said it reminded you of the first time you'd ever heard of the musical. How much you wanted to be Christine in that moment, serenaded with the promise of a life with no more darkness.

"Well there's one more thing I have for you tonight, darling." With a smirk, Mr. Hiddleston reached into the pocket of his blazer, retrieving a small box labeled 'Harry Winston'. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way towards you. 

You gasped, covering your mouth almost immediately. You swore you could feel your heart stop just for a moment when his eyes met yours. It all made sense now: the manicure, the accidental 'congratulations', the gown,…

 "Oh my god…"

Mr. Hiddleston fell to one knee and opened the box, which contained a 1-carat diamond ring with a platinum band. "Love me. It's all I ask of you."

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Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

updated January 26, 2024

Multiple Character Headcanons/Listicles

• Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

• How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays 

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters on Their Wedding Day (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters Celebrating the New Year (With You)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• She’s a Lady and I am Just a Boy: On the first day of taking ‘Fundamentals of Shakespeare’ at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor.

• Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery (College AU, crossover with Rory Slippery from Fortysomething)

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

I’ve Decided, I Will Not Let Your Shadow Separate From Me: After being elected the consul, Coriolanus receives many things - sleepless nights, pointless riots from the lower-class citizens, and you, his new personal slave. While the sleep deprivation and the noise from the plebeians annoy him to no end, he finds himself obsessed with you. (Yandere)

The One That I Desire: A general must always be in control, according to General Caius Marcius Coriolanus . But there often comes a time when even the most powerful general falls to temptation. And for Coriolanus, that temptation is you.

Henry V/Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Fairytale:  While riding upon your horse in the woods, you come across a stranger with a silver tongue and golden curls. And he calls himself “Hal”. (Basically a meet-cute with fluff.)

• You Will Be Mine : The prince of England quickly becomes obsessed with you, a servant brought to his chambers to serve him breakfast. And there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you as his. (Yandere)

• First Time In London: Three days into your new life in London, you find yourself in a café after one of the dreariest mornings ever. Standing behind you in line is none other than Henry Plantagenet, a handsome gentleman with a zest for life and a romantic outlook that feels too good to be real. (Modern AU)

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

•So Much More: While holidaying in Switzerland at the Hotel Meister, you find yourself constantly being stood up by each and everyone you meet. And each time, the night manager Jonathan Pine is there to comfort you after delivering the bad news. But it’s really just part of the job…right?

• The Forbidden Room: Part One, Part Two : During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

• My Dearest Diamond : After nearly two years of working for MI-6, Jonathan tried to get in touch with you, the girl who stole his heart when he worked at Hotel Meister. For three weeks, the two of you rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you booked a five-day trip to London to see him.

As he prepares to make this holiday special for you, Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you…and carries out one last errand before you land.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Being Married to Robert Laing would Include...

Loki of Asgard from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love: You, a lady-in-waiting of Asgard’s Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki have been inseparable for years. What started with a mere look becomes something more precious. (Fluff)

• A Better King: While shopping with Thor in Mumbai (to kill time while Tony Stark is busy with a meeting), Loki learns about the “king” of Bollywood…and decides that he himself could be a better king.

• Take All of Me: Loki takes great delight in “ruining” his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time (corruption kink, smut)

• Dandelions: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

• Beauty is Where You Find It: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

• They’ll Call Your Crimes a Work of Art: A journalist for a small magazine in New York, you’ve been assigned to write a piece about the recent attacks led by Loki. So, you have a look at Loki himself to get your own perspective.

• Little Darling: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

THE PHANTOM OF ASGARD (THOR: THE DARK WORLD LOKI X READER)

Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is?

Part One

Part Two

FOR ALL TIME, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (TVA LOKI X WIFE!READER)

Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs...and everything seems a little too good to be true. (inspired by Wandavision)

Part One

Part Two: Mrs. Laufeyson

Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Part Four: Kitty Makes Three

THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)

For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign

• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)

• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)

You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs

• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland

• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.

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Joaquin Phoenix Characters

Tom Hiddleston Characters

Benedict Cumberbatch Characters - Coming Soon!

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For All Time, It Was Always You

Chapter 2: Mrs. Laufeyson

A/N: Thank you everyone for all of your positive comments! I really appreciate it, and hope you'll like this little continuation from the suburbs AU inspired partly by Wandavision.

Summary: After Loki leaves for work, you explore your new house and try to fit in with this world that feels too perfect to be real.

Pairing: Loki x Wife!Reader

Warnings: None really. Talk about 'traditional' gender roles. A surprise cameo. And silliness.

You waved goodbye, standing at the doorway as a black Chevrolet Bel Air departed from the house with Loki in the driver's seat. And like the doting wife that he thought you were, you blew a kiss in his direction.

When the car disappeared from your line of sight, you meandered into the sea green kitchen and filled a steel kettle with water, letting it sit on the stove the way a hen sat on her eggs. While the kettle grew hot, you searched the cabinets for tea bags,…and anything else that might help you understand this new, suburban world. A world in which you were the newlywed wife of a TVA employee who shared a name with the Norse God of Mischief. 

Next to a box of Earl Grey Tea was an entire section of the cabinet dedicated to biscuits of various brands and flavors: chocolate Hobnobs, Jaffa cakes, McVitie's digestive biscuits, shortbread, Bourbon cookies, and Oreos. At least three, unopened tubes of Oreo cookies. Were all of these sweet treats for you, or for your - you couldn't believe you were actually using this word - husband?

With a shrug, you grabbed a tube of the Oreo cookies, ripped it open and started eating them one by one. Holding the blue wrapper in one hand, you continued searching through the other kitchen cabinets. 

You found nothing but flour, brown sugar, white sugar, spices, marmite, extra virgin olive oil…, and two jars of strawberry jam from the same brand for some reason. And then, something next to a box of spaghetti caught your eye. A cookbook, with various pages dog-eared, titled Delicious Recipes For All Time, Always.

You blinked, carefully taking the book from the shelf. For All Time, Always? That's a weird title to call a cookbook…, a vague title as well. Inside the cover was a handwritten note, scribbled in blue pen.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Congratulations on the wedding, Mrs. Laufeyson! Loki's a lucky guy.

-Mobius M. Mobius

So that's who Loki was talking about at breakfast. He mentioned cancelling plans with someone named 'Mobius'. Someone who was making him watch tedious videos at work today. 

Jumping to the dog-eared pages of the cookbook, you came across various recipes: poached eggs, blueberry pancakes, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti bolognese, green bean casserole, Cumberbatch pie, curried chickpeas in coconut milk, angel food cake with strawberries and cream, chocolate mayonnaise cake…

Whiiiiiiieeee!

You whipped your head over your shoulder and immediately silenced the kettle's whistle, turning off the stove. Damnit, you went looking for tea bags and found yourself exploring everything except tea bags. Shaking your head, you shoved an Oreo into your mouth and opened the box of Earl Grey tea bags. 

Then, you opened a cabinet filled with plates, bowls, and cups, grabbing a white ceramic mug for your tea bag. On the top shelf of the cabinet was a pastel blue gift box. While the tea bag steeped in hot water, you reached for the box using a chair as a makeshift stepping stool. Inside the gift box were two mugs labeled 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.' in gold calligraphy And like the cookbook, there was a handwritten note as well. 

For all the mornings you'll have together. Congratulations to you both, Mr. and Mrs. Laufeyson! May the years ahead be filled with lasting love and happiness.

-Jeremy, Joyce, and Bill Hazeldine

With a gasp, you quickly closed the box and put it back on the shelf…only to open the box, taking another peek at the note. Mrs. Laufeyson...you underlined those words with your fingertip. Taking a deep breath, you put the box back on the shelf for good, promising to never use those mugs unless you were with Loki. 

By this point, the tea was hot enough to be enjoyed but not scalding that it would burn your throat. You took a sip, relaxing in its warmth, holding the mug with both hands. "Mrs. Laufeyson", you repeated to yourself. You looked down at your left hand, the emerald ring still on your middle finger just the same way it was this morning. 

After you finished drinking your tea and scarfing down the rest of the Oreo cookies in the container, you wandered into the living room. It was just across from the kitchen, a pastel yellow room with white bookshelves containing all kinds of hardcover and paper cover works. One would probably need an entire decade just to finish reading all the books kept inside the living room. You tilted your head and wondered which of the books were your husband's choice. But before you could sit down on one of the couches, you heard the doorbell ring.

"Who is it?" You asked, fixing your hair. 

A light, female voice came from outside. "It's Joyce!" As you made your way to the front door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in mirror hanging in the hallway. Your hair was miraculously styled, and you were wearing a cute set of pajamas…It almost made you stand still for a moment just so you could admire how desirable you looked. No wonder your husband was so lovey-dovey this morning.

The doorbell rang again. Putting on your best smile, you dragged your feet towards the door and opened it. 

Standing outside was a thin, middle-aged woman -presumably Joyce - with a bowl cut hairstyle, wearing a light blue shirt and straight-leg jeans. "Oh hello, dear. So good to see you again!" She gave you a warm smile and a hug, rocking you in her arms.

"Good to see you too, Joyce." You politely reciprocated her hug and let out a small laugh. "Thank you again for the mugs, they're lovely."

Joyce placed her hands on your arms for a moment, looking up at you. "I haven't seen you both since you came back from your honeymoon. Oh, look at you…" She marveled, "Married life seems to be treating you well."

"Thank you so much," you looked down, deciding to be as demure as possible, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions about the honeymoon. "I…I couldn't be happier, Loki is so sweet to me." When your eyes met Joyce's, you touched the back of your neck. "I…He makes me feel like the luckiest lady in the world, Joyce."

Joyce quietly laughed with you. "You remember my son Bill, right?" Towering over Joyce was a lanky teenage boy with golden curls, blue eyes, and the face of an angel. He wore a grey t-shirt, worn-out jeans, and beat-up sneakers. 

You reached out to shake his hand. "Of course I do," you lied. "Hi, Bill."

"Afternoon, Mrs. Laufeyson." Bill greeted you with a smile that could make London light up during a blackout. "Congratulations again."

"Thank you." You placed your left hand on your heart, showing off your wedding ring just a little. "How are you, Bill?"

"I'm alright, thank you." Bill nodded. "I've been working with the church, teaching Sunday school. Thought it'd be a nice way to spend my summer after my first year of college."

"That's very thoughtful of you."

"Thank you. I thought it would be good for my theology course to do something like that," Bill admitted before reaching into one of his jean pockets, procuring a small blue velvet box. "Actually, I have something for you, Mrs. Laufeyson." 

You covered your mouth in disbelief. "Oh, Bill…"

"Please, take it." He extended the box to you. "I bought it for my former-girlfriend Jewel." Blinking, you gingerly accepted it, running your finger along the lid. "Former girlfriend…You broke up with her?"

Joyce intervened, "He had to do it, dear. She was nothing but trouble."

"I'm so sorry."

 "No, I'm sorry." Bill shook his head. "I bought it for her a long time ago, but I suppose it was never meant to last. But, I really want to give it to someone. Please, consider it a belated wedding gift, Mrs. Laufeyson."

You smiled, opening the box to find a sterling silver bracelet. Simple, yet elegant. "Thank you, Bill. I'll treasure it. If you ever want to talk, or just stop by for some tea, the door will always be open for you."

"Thanks, Mrs. Laufeyson," he graciously said. "And I hope Jewel finds someone else who'll make her happy."

The three of you stood quietly outside your house before you spoke up. "Joyce, would you and Bill like to come inside for some tea?"

"Not today, dear. I'm so sorry, Bill's coming with me to do some errands. And I'm sure you might need to catch up on some sleep after such a busy honeymoon." Joyce teased you a little with the last bit. "Might only be a matter of time before you and Loki get a visit from the stork."

You laughed, looking down again. You remembered how Loki hugged you from behind this morning and teased you with the idea of "finishing what you started on the honeymoon". Almost instinctively, your free hand rested on your stomach.

"We should have dinner sometime, Loki and I would love to have you over, we can catch up," you blurted. Joyce enthusiastically agreed and said she and her husband would love that.

"Tomorrow night," Joyce promised. "Would seven-thirty be alright?"

"Absolutely!" You nodded, already imagining how to tell Loki when he came home from work. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"See you tomorrow." Joyce and Bill waved goodbye as they climbed into their car and drove off. 

Something ached inside you as you watched them drive off, maybe because it reminded you of the way that Loki drove off this morning while you stood at the doorway waving goodbye. As you closed the door once again, you pondered over going out tomorrow, even if it was just something as small as a mid-morning stroll while Loki was out. But for now, there were other things that needed to be done.

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She's a Lady, and I am Just a Boy

Pairing: Bill Hazeldine x Professor!Reader

Summary: On the first day of taking 'Fundamentals of Shakespeare' at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor

Today was your first day as a professor of drama, and a member of faculty at the University College of London. That was the only reason you were here this early. For at least an hour, you rehearsed the monologue you'd chosen to perform for your students, pacing up and down the empty classroom. As a new member of faculty - it had been a mere few months since you graduated from drama school in Paris- you were assigned to teach Fundamentals of Shakespeare . It was one of the most popular courses in the drama department, yet the other drama professors mocked it. "None of them are serious - maybe one in one thousand," one of them snickered. "They just want an easy grade. Don't expect them to learn anything."

It was a terrible way to look at it. Fair enough, there might be students looking for an easy grade. Not all of them might be aspiring actors, but you had a duty as an instructor. And if you could give your students an enriching experience that they would cherish, then it would all be worth it.

"Fundamentals of Shakespeare?" A tall boy with dark golden curls knocked on the edge of the doorway. He wore white t-shirt underneath a blue plaid unbuttoned shirt, paired with worn-out jeans.

"Yes, it is. You're early." You nodded.

"I'm also Bill Hazeldine." Without missing a beat, you took a piece of chalk and wrote the words 'Fundamentals of Shakespeare' on the large blackboard. "Have a seat, Bill Hazeldine." Bill promptly sat near the front right of the classroom, retrieved a blue spiral notebook and two pencils out of his backpack.

Soon enough, the rest of the students shuffled into the classroom, and you took your first steps towards the front of the classroom. Some of them looked as if they'd rolled straight out of bed, or perhaps this was their first class of the day. Others looked as if they'd just been assigned four assignments already, and were engaged in mental time-budgeting. When the clock struck twelve, you closed the classroom door with a soft slam and turned to the class.

"Good afternoon," you introduced yourself with a crisp yet polite tone. "Welcome to Fundamentals for Shakespeare. I will be your professor for this term." You asked the class if everyone was familiar with the name William Shakespeare. Nearly everyone raised their hands.

"Good," you nodded again. "Shakespeare's play hold great cultural significance. Nearly four-hundred years ago, William Shakespeare remains the central author of the English-speaking world, one of the most quoted poet and playwright - and even today, screenwriters and authors take inspiration from his works."

Shakespeare truly is greater than an icon in the world of English literature, Bill thought to himself, rubbing his fingers along his pencil.

"In addition to performing scenes from his work, we will examine the way that Shakespeare was perceived in his time, how to analyze Shakespeare's plays in both a page and a performance setting, and how to apply authorial intention and historical context to his plays.

On that note, the first play that we will be reading this term is Hamlet. Each and every one of you should find a way to access the play, I'm sure the library has plenty of copies. But for the sake of the class, could anyone give us the synopsis of the play?"

Bill was the only one who raised his hand. "Hamlet is a tragedy that centers upon the Prince of Denmark and his quest for revenge after his father's death."

"To be or not to be the teacher's pet!" Another student rudely commented, loud enough to elicit a few giggles.

You, however, did not flinch once and nonverbally thanked Bill with a smile. "To be or not to be," you began, quoting the monologue you'd rehearsed earlier, "that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd."

Bill couldn't help but reciprocate your smile with a wide grin. You handled that comment with such class, and now here you were, quoting Hamlet from memory. No doubt that professors ought to have knowledge about their respective fields, yet there was something magnetic about watching you perform before the class, commanding the room as if it were not a college classroom, but a stage at West End. You continued, still in character:

"To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,"

He remembered how much his girlfriend Jewel told him about the intensive training and talent needed to become an actress, but never before today had he seen such…it was indescribable how well you were immersed in the character of Hamlet, especially from a beautiful professor. Wait…he just called you beautiful, but it was true!

"But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember'd."

Bill clapped wildly, a stark contrast to some of the other half-interested students, when you took a bow at the end of the monologue.

"In three weeks, you will each perform a monologue like this before your peers," you told the class. "Don't worry about finding one, I assure you that you will all find a passage that best suits you. Though I would start thinking about your choice as soon as possible, in order to give yourself enough time to practice."

"Professor?" Bill raised his hand. "Does our monologue need to be of a certain length?"

"No. There's no length restriction though I trust you're all familiar with the term monologue to know what qualifies. I will have sign-up sheets available starting next class."

"Thank you." Bill found his cheeks getting hot. What was the matter with him?!

"Any further questions." You looked around the room. No response. "Alright then, I would like you all to have read Act I of Hamlet by next class." You wrote the assignment on the chalkboard. "We will discuss the prominent themes and the characterization Shakespeare uses. Maybe if you're all willing, we'll get some of you to come to the front and re-enact a few scenes for the rest of us. Until then, class dismissed. I will see you all on Thursday."

The students quickly left the classroom, chattering amongst themselves, except for Bill. He carefully put his notebook away and approached you.

"Forswear it." he sputtered

"Yes?"

Bill gulped and took a deep breath. "Did I ever know Shakespeare til now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw true acting til this class."

Your lips formed a wide smile. "Romeo and Juliet, Act One. We'll be covering that at some point in the term."

"I loved your performance," he admitted.

"Thank you, Bill." You internally sighed a bit of relief, glad you didn't make an absolute fool of yourself on your first day of teaching. "I look forward to seeing more of your acting abilities this term."

"Of course, Professor…of course," he trembled a bit and smiled again.

[high-functioning-lokipath]

My Masterlist

Complete list of Fics, Oneshot/Imagines, and Video Edits

1 Year Blogiversary & 2k Follower Celebration Masterlist

Loki Masterlist

Video Edits:

Loki - Holding Out For A Hero - Video Edit

Bucky & Loki - Criminal - Video Edit

Other Marvel Characters:

Bucky Barnes x Reader Ft. Steve x Prism - Prompt: "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

Strange Times - Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader

Snowy Surprise - Dr. Strange x Reader - Words: 465

End of Forever - Bucky x Reader - Words: 4,917

Bucky x Assassin!Reader - Words: 1,961

Bucky & Sam (side Bucky x Reader) - Healing - Follower Request - Words: 1,393

Breakup Comfort Fic - Follower Request - Words: 673

MARVEL OC's I SOMETIMES USE

STAR TREK (TOS/AOS) Masterlist

RPF Masterlist

Sherlock BBC Masterlist

Other Characters

Teenage Dirtbag - Bill Hazeldine x Reader - Follower Request

Prince Hal x Reader - Follower Request

50 Ways To Fall In Love Oneshot Series

Random Personal Stories or Crap 🤪

Story Time (Funny Dream ft. Tom & Ben)